Michelle and her body sat at the booth waiting for Dawn to appear. She assumes that he's coming because the waitress ran off as soon as she saw the floating notepad though she's not completely sure considering the waitress was screaming when she ran out.
Her body seemed to be a bit more idle, not sleeping, but just staring out the window and that angel rondo was just sitting on the backrest area of the booth.
Rondo: so we got time to talk now right.
Michelle: no Dawn will be here any minute now.
Rondo: and how are you so sure.
Michelle: you struck me as the punctual type.
Rondo: we're not even sure the waitress went to go get him.
She knew he was right. It was very unclear. She was actually going to go get him or not but she'd rather not deal with the cherub right now. This has been a rather stressful evening. She thought as a familiar presence entered the diner.
Dawn: you know I've had people get my attention before but a screaming waitress screaming about a ghost and a zombie and that takes the Cake.
He sat down in the booth across from the suppose it's zombie and the ghost even though he couldn't see it. The cherub not wanting to phase through a human scooched over.
Dawn then gay Michelle. Well at least her body a good one. Sober squinted for it and then said.
Dawn: you know people think you're dead, right.
He said casually waiting for a spots. The body looked at him for a minute. Trying to say something like remember she couldn't use her vocal points then looked at the ghost who then picked up the notepad. She combedia from the waitress. This startled Dawn a bit but not too much.
She then ran out the message that was initially the plan, but it would appear that an angel had other plans for me. Now I'm his Hitman careful you might be on his list.
Dawn: I guess this means you're blessed then.
To that she written a notebook. Cute joke. Dawn notice the hungry eyes our body was giving him. He then snapped over the waitress who was hiding behind the front door she carefully approached. Then he picked up a menu and he had a few things and then gave her a couple of bills for her trouble and sent her to the kitchen.
Dawn: The name does sound a bit funny but I'm being serious. It sounds to me like you might have been blessed.
At those words, she simply drew a question mark.
Dawn: your old man not tell you about them. It's the Church's not so well-kept secret angels sometimes go around giving people their feathers and then those people start developing weird and unnatural abilities. Then God goes around giving rando these nifty doodads called artifacts to help keep them under control.
Michelle looked to to the chair. I'm sitting next to him for confirmation he nodded in agreement.
Dawn: so anyways which one are you is Michelle? Or if you're Michelle then who's in there.
And response she wrote I Michelle and she's Michelle but she's just a less bright version of Michelle. They both looked at Michelle as the waitress places. A couple of dishes on the table. Some sausages on buns. A bowl full of spaghetti with assorted meatballs for which she immediately lit up seeing she honked the entire thing even though it was meant for the table and started gorging herself on it with a fork.
The waitress was off put by the side but Dawn and found himself chuckled a bit then Michelle dropped the notepad for a minute and grabbed a couple of napkins to clean off her face.
Dawn: I see. So she's got the body and the know-how and the emotions but lacks the spirit to keep it all together. Kind of like a child or an animal.
Michelle wrote in the notepad. Don't call me an animal but if it helps you can call her shackles and you can call me Spirit.
Dawn: since your back from the dead and all and nickname's a good idea. Don't need dear old dad. Looking for you, but since I know you're probably hurting my cash, I'll throw a couple of jobs your way.
Show up. Thank you in that notebook but then looked over at the clearly irritated cherub who was definitely here first. Seeing that she then wrote in actually instruction was greatly beneficial but was not planned. A certain someone just needed food and wanted to mooch off you but I do have a supernatural client that's begging for my attention so if you need me have your people seek out an empty home where the insane go.
He nodded making note that last statement then Spirit got up and left but stop when she realized shackle wasn't moving.
Spirit: we're leaving.
Shackle shook her head persistently.
Dawn: you like this place to you I'm sure the owner in his family would appreciate that follows about this. I'll open up a tab just for you and I'll pay it, but I'm sure your other half really needs you right now.
With those words she got up and left with the bull spaghetti and arms. The waitress didn't stop her scared. She might actually be a zombie.
While walking and watching shackles through a large family size bowl of spaghetti, the two talked.
Rondo: God I thought we'd never leave now about that job I was doing. I'll tell you where to go.
Spirit: made an offer worth excepting.
Rondo clicked he is tongue.
Rondo: okay, actually thought about it while you we're running your mouth. Of your artifact user and then wanted to give up give you her whereabouts.
Spirit thought about it.
Spirit: okay fine.
I'm back at the cathedral. This is Sylvia. She has no family relatives in a different state country or otherwise that she knows of. She simply lives as a nun at the church. She loves the church. In fact it gives her purpose and direction. These were things that she loved. Then one day while sweeping the stairs she found herself surrounded by feathers staring at them with curiosity, she that's she didn't notice when someone slipped on a pair of glasses. She turned around to see who it was and do a surprise there was an angel.
Sylvia: greetings Mr. Angel to what do I owe this pleasure.
Xirol: congratulations! You have been chosen to keep my artifact also this makes it your responsibility to keep my new minion in check.
He grabbed her hands and slipped onto cashmere gloves. While she was distracted, they were wiped with a gold trim.
Sylvia: um is this okay?
Xirol: yeah it's perfect actually, but you should probably get out of here if someone at the church notices you, they drag you to the pub and force you to bring in my poor minions then they'll chop both of you in the basement.
Sylvia paled at those words and then looked around nervously and ran as far as she could into the City.
Mirol: that was mean you mean to think that the church was evil.
Xirol: in my opinion, all human organizations are evil but we should probably get back to work.
The two angels flew off into the sky.